Chapter 10
Sunday morning, and I’m buried inside Tammy’s pussy again as she makes all kinds of cute noises under me. I flip her over and position myself on her ass.
She freezes, and I rub her shoulder with one hand while fisting my dick and moving it over her little hole, probing it little by little, using spit to get my dick slick. I move a hand under her and stroke her clit to get her all worked up, and when I think she’s good to go, I enter her ass. Slowly.
Tammy’s breaths come out in pants.
I continue stroking her clit and pushing inside her more, stretching that place that grips me tighter than a fist, counting backward from one million so I don’t enjoy myself too much before she comes. Her ass hits my thighs, and that’s as far as I’m gonna go for her first time doing anal.
Positioned like this, only half my length is inside. I move in and out of her hole and stroke her clit, pinch it and rub until Tammy lifts up onto her elbows and spreads her legs.
“There you go, Kitten. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
She’s huffing, mumbling something, and I lift her hips and watch my dick move in and out of her back hole.
Although I want to pound her ass, I don’t pick up the pace.
I run a palm over her ass and slap it, leaving a red mark.
I do it again, same spot so it stings more. Under me, Tammy starts bucking.
I spank her again and see her hand move between us so she can stroke herself.
I slap her other cheek, then get a rhythm going, and I’m spanking her in earnest while fucking her ass. I watch the movement of her back as it arches, and she comes, face buried in the pillow. I move a few times and come inside her, nearly toppling over her from sheer joy.
I rest my chin on her shoulder and rub her soft skin a little. “Marry me?”
She turns her face to the side, and I see she’s thinking about it. If I press her like this anymore, she’s gonna fold. For the first time in my life, instead of pushing the target to fold, I decide I’m gonna wait out that year.
I’m gonna put in that year she wants me to put in. I am, because I have a feeling Tammy needs that long to come around on her own. Besides, I haven’t secured the house, so I have only my words and the little bit of time I’ve spent with her.
My phone rings, showing a local number. Tammy stretches over the bed and grabs my phone, then hands it to me.
“You can answer if you like,” I say because we’re building trust and also because I’m still inside her ass.
She puts the phone over her ear, and I stretch out over her so I can hear.
“Hello,” she says.
“Hi, Tammy.” It’s Blake.
Oh hell no. I’m deep inside her ass and this dude is cooing in her ear on my phone.
I grab the phone and kneel back on the bed so Tammy can turn around.
She looks pale, and when she pulls the sheet over her body, it looks like she’s putting on a vest to protect herself.
Maybe I’m projecting my strong objection to him calling and her answering and them talking (even though they didn’t) while I’m inside her ass.
“Reed here,” I say.
“Meet me outside.”
“Where outside?”
“Tammy’s house.”
“You’re here? Is there a problem?”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll be right out.” I hop off the bed and slide on my jeans, grab my boots and sweater, then look over at Tammy, who’s walking toward the bathroom. She comes out with a wet towel, and I wash up quickly as she gets back to the bathroom, closes the door, and I hear it lock.
Okay, so I’ll wait before I go out there and meet Blake the Suit, of all people to show up at Tammy’s house on a Sunday morning. Jesus is testing me. I feel it.
While waiting for her to come out, I tuck my piece in the back of my jeans and walk around the room. A notepad on the desk catches my eye. I pick it up and read. I poked her pussy with my finger, conscious of my claws.
What claws? I grab the notepad and read more.
It was wet, and my finger glided in and out with ease. My peach needed attention; her greedy pussy told me so. “Does your pussy hurt like it’s missing something?”
Who is this guy?
“Yes, it aches.” She lifted her ass off her heels and lowered it to the mattress, trying to get more of my finger inside.
I hovered on the outside and teased her.
“Greedy little pussy,” I said. “Wants something bigger. Your beast is gonna give you bigger.” I bit her ear.
“You think you’d gag on me? I bet you would. Should I make you gag?”
Yeah, beast-man, you should. I keep reading and open up her desktop and there it is. A document full of text. Tammy writes books, and I’m thinking about what to do with this bit of her privacy I invaded when she opens the bathroom door.
I walk to her, and she doesn’t look me in the eye, her gaze somewhere on my chest.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
She swallows, looking anywhere but at me.
“Kitten, you know how I can be when I want something and you won’t give it to me? You know I won’t stop, so make it quick and save us the time. My day’s already fucked with Blake here.”
“I think this has something to do with the phone call I got yesterday. When the woman called me and asked for you, I immediately didn’t want to lose you to anyone else, which is scary because that means I wanna keep you.”
She wants to keep me? Great news! I’m keeping score. Tammy batted and scored her own home run.
“I don’t know her name,” she continues.
“There are no women in my life who would have called you.” Except our contractor.
The one who goes after targets the way I do, with precision and relentlessness.
Tammy is right. Blake is here with news about the house, and I bet Ivana called Tammy to confirm what I told Ivana yesterday.
I need the house because I have a family, and I think she should back off.
Tammy smiles, unease clear on her face. I kiss her, and my phone rings again. I’m sure it’s Blake outside. “I love you, Kitten. I do, and I promise I’m gonna fix whatever needs fixing, and I’ll worry about things for you.”
She smiles and doesn’t say anything back. That’s fine with me, because we have a mission and I need to mobilize her pronto.
“Tammy, listen, that woman who called is trying to steal our house. She wants it, and she outbid me, and I won’t give it up. I don’t know what the Suit is doing here, but whatever it is, the mission is to get the house back.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever it takes to get the house back that doesn’t involve burying people over at the Peak.”
Tammy slides between me and the wall and gets dressed. Jeans, sweater, boots, the usual. We walk outside and meet Blake who’s swinging on the metal swing.
“Hi, come on in,” Tammy says.
Blake glances at me before standing and walking over. He hands Tammy a bottle of red wine. “I apologize for intruding, and I wouldn’t if I didn’t have a situation that involves everyone.”
Tammy smiles. “That’s fine. We were just relaxing. Come.”
We were not relaxing. We were fucking, and I’m annoyed I’m out of bed this early on a Sunday.
“I’m here to close on the house and never think of it again,” Blake says.
“Let’s close on it, then.”
“The other buyer should be here in a minute.”
“What?”
Blake nods. “Apparently, there’s a situation.”
“What kind of situation?”
Tammy moves to make coffee when the front doorbell rings. I spin, pull out a piece, and aim for the door. “Tammy, get your gun,” I say.
Blake shows me his hands. “Keep calm.”
“You come in here and say a Mafia queen is coming to town bringing me a situation. You can keep your calm. I don’t want it.”
Tammy bends under the counter, and I hear locks before she gets out the shotgun, then takes position over the kitchen counter.
Good girl. Seeing as I have backup, I walk to the window and see Ivana standing outside, staring right at me. She lifts her arms to show me she’s not holding anything. Not that I thought she would come here to shoot me, but she knows I’m paranoid. Her brother is the same way.
I let her inside, and she walks straight past me over to Tammy, who lifts her head from the stock.
“Hi,” Ivana says and introduces herself. “We spoke on the phone yesterday.”
Tammy shakes her hand and puts away the shotgun. While she’s under there locking up the weapon, Ivana looks around, then proceeds to the bedrooms, the bathroom, then back out into the living room.
She’s looking like a…well a badass bitch Barbie. Long platinum-blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun, black leather boots with heels, and a black coat under which I’m sure she’s armed.
A criminal at Tammy’s house makes me edgy, but I’m gonna deal with it because this criminal could possibly have a proposition for me, a trade for the house that I want and need because I have a wife and two kids to provide for now, and a man does what a man’s gotta do.
Protect family. Don’t end up in jail. Get wife pregnant.
“Look, Reed,” Ivana says, “let’s cut to the chase.
I wanted to buy the house from a trusted seller to lie low, and now…
” She throws up her hands. “I come here to check out the story you fed me only to find out there really is a nice lady here with little girls who you wanna move into a nicer place.”
“That’s right.”
“I’ve exhausted all my options. Believe me.”
I don’t know what she means, but there’s more to this, or she wouldn’t be here in person.
“Would you like a cup of coffee?” Tammy asks.
Ivana blinks as if thrown off her axis. Probably is off since she came here on business, not expecting hospitality. Likely she expected hostility. “Um, yeah, I’d love a cup.”
“Reed, can you show them to the dining room?”
I glare at Ivana and jerk my head in the direction of the dining room, then sit at the head of the table practically growling at the two. “This couldn’t wait until Tuesday?”
Ivana shakes her head and whispers, “I need a place to stay now, which is why I bought a house on short notice from someone I can trust. You feel me?”
“Why this town? There’re other small towns with big homes.”
“I’ve already scoped it out. I don’t have time to research more towns, and even if I did, rest assured this is the best strategic position, which is likely why you and your guys chose this one over your hometown. Besides, Blake is the seller here.”
Tammy brings the coffees and sits next to me. I’m not gonna ask her to leave, and those two fuckers can speak now that they’ve opted to corner me on a Sunday inside her house.
“Tammy, I like your home,” Ivana says. “And I need it.”
Tammy sips her coffee. “What do you mean?”
“I need to stay in it.”
I’m trying to figure out Ivana’s angle, and I can’t yet. I’m missing something. “Go on,” I say.
“I’ll trade,” she says. “Give up on your new house for this one.”
I’m not gonna ask because I don’t wanna know her business, but if she’s planning on staying in town, I have to know because my family and my men live here. “What kind of trouble are you in?” Now we, the pros, have rules.
We talk vaguely in front of civilians because the less they know, the better it is for their safety. “Your family is well connected. Why not go to them?” Her brother is a hitman for the Serbian Mafia, for God’s sake. She’s the Mafia queen, not a fucking princess in need of saving.
“I’m out.”
Silence falls over the room. If Ivana says out, then that means exactly what it means.
She left the organization, and if I were her, I’d make myself invisible, hence her moving to this tiny Wyoming town.
And I’m in a tough place with Tammy because I won’t lie to her about what I do or have done, while also not wanting her to know too much before I’ve had more time with her.
She ought to know everything before she already says yes to marrying me. I got a year to go before she does. I wanna build our relationship on trust and get things out in the open, and these motherfuckers might fuck shit up for me.
She’s a fine woman worth fighting for, though, so if they think they’re gonna get away with cornering us like this, they ought to rethink it.
“What do you need from us?” Tammy asks. I’m warm inside because there is an us, and one of us is amazing, compassionate, and sweet. It’s not me. I’m not that one of us.
“I need your house. It provides me shelter. I don’t want to travel too far to get food, and here, people will be around me, people who won’t miss a stranger coming into town. In an isolated location surrounded by hostiles”—she gives me a pointed look—“well, let’s just say I reconsidered.”
She pulls out a key from her coat and slides it over to Tammy, who picks it up and examines it.
Ivana’s playing the game. She slid that key to my girl and not to me, so it’s gonna stick.
She wants to get me, Tammy, and the girls out of here fast, and I want out of here fast, but only if Tammy agrees.
“Big key,” Tammy says.
“Big house,” Ivana says. “Five times the size of this one. Reed has good taste.”
I think my chest just puffed out, but I’m suppressing the smug smile.
She’s gonna sell Tammy on the house for me.
Jesus loves me today. “She’ll think about it,” I say.
People like Ivana can corner anyone and coerce them to do their bidding, and I can’t let her do that to Tammy.
I want to take her to the house and show her around and let her sit on it.
“That’s where I come in,” Blake the Suit says. “I need these on my desk back in Chicago by Tuesday.” He opens the folder he’s carrying and slides it to Tammy.
It’s pictures and blueprints of the house. They remind me of just how perfect this home is for me and her and the girls. The girls would go crazy. It’s like one of their Barbie mansions. I want her to say yes, but I lock my jaw tightly so I don’t open my persuasive mouth.
Tammy closes the folder, slides a hand under the table, and squeezes my knee. There it is again. What’s it mean? Should’ve asked the first time, not now when the stakes are high and we’re all leaning in to hear the verdict.
“When can we move in?” she asks.
HOME RUN.